Shooting the dark house in black and white

Elvie 2022-03-24 09:01:35

I'm tired of the heroine's lamb temperament in the original book or the movie, but aside from the boring landscape description, the book and the movie are quite successful in grasping the suspense and creating the atmosphere.
Suspense 1: What kind of person is Rebecca? Rebecca's traces on many things in the mansion are like her ghost: the heart-pounding R in the address book, the looming body fragrance on the raincoat, the spotless living room of the hostess' luxurious bedroom, the wild endorsement on the title page, the
second suspense: de Winter's True Psychology: What kind of feelings does he have for Rebecca? Did he marry "me" for decency or for affection? The most fascinating characters in the story have to be Rebecca and Derwent. This is a very interesting story. The name of the heroine is not mentioned once. The author deliberately removes the label of the narrator to hide her identity and role in the background, so that every reader subconsciously becomes "I" and experiences this terrifying story. mind games.

Sound effects: Infrasound has not
been used yet, and the simple and rude means of suddenly increasing the volume have been chosen. For example, when "I" went to the seaside hut for the first time, the huge waves seemed to eat people. Apparently it's still a studio. Therefore, the most obvious places for the horror effect are the light and shadow on the face and the expressions of the actors, especially the eyes.


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Extended Reading
  • Quinn 2022-03-21 09:01:40

    Even though it's a black and white movie, I still like it

  • Ethan 2022-03-22 09:01:34

    A classic movie, although it's black and white, but with the storyline, it's a plus

Rebecca quotes

  • Mrs. de Winter: [opening voice-over] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and little by little had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers. On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive, and finally there was Manderley. Manderley - secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. But sometimes, in my dreams I do go back to the strange days of my life, which began for me in the South of France.

  • Maxim de Winter: You despise me, don't you?